The Peerless Heavenly Sage

At the age of a hundred, the Taiji has no bounds. Between heaven and earth, souls transform. Above and below the skies, the Xiezhi fill the heavens. “A Heavenly Sage is nothing more than someone who makes this topsy-turvy world whole.” “Then I want no part of it!” “I said my sister will not be married off in this political alliance.” Xuan Yuan Yue cut off the imperial decree, his words resolute. “Ha! Matters of state are no business of commoners like you.” The emperor sneered, leaning on his scepter. “Kill him.” “If you leave me alone, I'll leave you alone. But if you come after me...” “I'll wipe you out to the roots!” Drunk beneath the night sky, he slaughters the lords; with one sweep of his axe, he lays the plains low and ends a thousand feuds. He knows not whom he awaits with raised cup, for his beloved is in the Land of Ten Thousand Flowers. “...” “The chill of autumn seeps along the flowered banks; rain beats on withered lotus leaves, and only then do I feel the cold...” “Why does my brother's smile live only in my memories...” Xin Yu smiled gently, but when she came to herself, dressed in a scarlet wedding gown, disappointment flickered in her eyes. In a daze, the clouds above seemed like the young man. Holding fast to his faith, he spoke to the clouds: “Though the boat may sail away, though sorrow and confusion cloud my mind, the clouds are mirrored on the willow over the water. Fallen leaves hide their longing. I'll send you a letter, and wait three seasons. In the first, the leaves turn three colors. In the second, the winds blow bleak. In the third, the flowers turn golden...” When your name has spread across the world, will you marry me, young man?